Please grab your kleenex and take some time to read this beautiful story of incredible love, from so many angles, if you are in the mood to be moved. It is amazingly true, heartbreaking and heartfelt, and will move you to appreciate your life and loved ones in a whole new way.
If you've read it, then you'll get this. I'm the funny sister. (They may not always agree...but still, I'm good at taking a joke, not just making them! i.e. see photo from 40th bday gift from well-intentioned sister. Oops...did I just label?)
Cuz who doesn't want TUCKS for their 40th (even if I need 'em)!
Test driving my new grown up diapers...I can always DEPEND on my sisters!
I relate to Courtney on so many levels. Always trying to lighten the load and wanting to make things right overnight. Maybe that comes from being the oldest sister, but despite what people may think about me, I'm not really so much a fighter as a wrong-righter. (Side note: this very rarely works, but I can't seem to quit, hence I yell at people on the street corner for littering and throwing cigarette butts out the window)! I'm always rooting for the underdog. I'm an action gal, and I have to be doing something, or I'm not doing something...to help. I'm the one who's always trying to say "I love you" but not very good with words, better with actions. These are my good qualities. (This post isn't long enough for the bad ones.)
I'm lucky enough to have two sisters that I don't so much want to label, even though they could probably do that themselves. Since I'm a mother, I can now see and appreciate the intricate beauty of sibling relationships, particularly amongst sisters. As sisters -- we alone are not enough. We together make a whole. We are part of a pie (and who wouldn't want to be!) If something is wrong, a piece is missing. We can all feel it.
I feel lucky to have sisters that I love enough to feel pain when they do; to share in joy and times of celebration; as well as admiring and appreciating one another's differences. As time wears on, I know that we seem to appreciate these differences more and don't allow them to drive us apart, but somehow those differences bring us together. While I may not be good at one thing, I know another will pick up the slack and get the job done. I'm always anxiously awaiting to be touched and inspired by my sisters who know me like no other. That I don't have to explain all of life's dysfunction (not to mention my own) because they already know.
In this there is peace for me. Not having to explain. Or sometimes apologize. Or clarify. Or verbalize. Cuz they already know.
Having sisters, my sisters, is one of my greatest gifts. And today, happily, we are the whole pie.
(P.S. I'm oldest, and I choose custard. No peach, no berry. Forget it...all three...the diet starts tomorrow!)
3 comments:
What can I add? You said it all!
Lvoe, Mom
Mostly I'm just impressed you moved Mom to leave a comment! An accomplishment I've never been able to reach! :) We are lucky to have each other. And you are lucky I gave you those Depends. Do you need me to send you some more? That picture is the best ever!
Diet, schmiet. I'll have all 3...or 4...Pie is my favorite! Pie is one dessert I will eat for breakfast! It was an inspired analogy! I loved being a piece of this pie! You are the best! And I absolutely agree: Bex and I are funny, but when I read "Courtney is the funny one," I just mentally rewound and inserted your name.
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